#70

Light shines down upon me,

And reflects the sun light on my skin

Resembles the light I feel inside.

This is a fire, a passion, sometimes a rage, sometimes a love,

Sometimes frustration, sometimes enjoy life, sometimes sadness,

Sometimes exhaustion, sometimes fear, most always creative,

In different forms, though this fire will rarely subside.

Such energy is a powerful tool and must be used for good.

Much wickedness and much well-being can come from this passion,

And now it is for me the surfer to control the tide.

Sometimes it’s a rush, sometime’s it’s a pain,

And sometimes I feel so useless and futile,

A waste of the tide,

But in the end if the timing is right, it will be one Big ride!

BF/Blind Poet; August 27, 2004